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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
 
1149. Fate
 
By Louis James Block
 
 
THREE steps and I reach the door,
  But a whole month rolls between
Since last I stood before
  My shut room’s simple scene.
 
I pause at the door and shrink,        5
  My hand is at point to turn,
But I stand and dimly think
  Of all I long for and yearn.
 
My life leaps up to me there,
  The past with its every deed,        10
And I tremble and hardly dare
  The open mystery to read.
 
A year and a day and awhile,
  Ay me! there is none escape;
Each thought, each dream, each smile        15
  Will front me in questioning shape.
 
I open and see what no eyes
  Save mine have the power to see:
Dead scenes and dead griefs arise,
  Dead follies make mouths at me.        20
 
Yea, so: through the dark I peer,
  And shudder away from the door;
Voices once heard I hear,
  Know faces seen long before.
 

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